She falls into step beside and a little behind him, off his right shoulder, and makes sure he’s looking at her before she nods. Her face burns with embarrassment, though. Even though she /knows/ she’s all but helpless out here, homeless and amnesiac, it still feels very wrong to her to be asking for this much help.
When they get to his car, she has another one of those strange episodes of memory, where she knows what she’s looking at, but can’t connect it to herself at all. Did she have one? Does she even know how to drive? She remembers how it opens, that cars lock, that she has to buckle up once inside. But it seems all habit.
Derek nodded in return. He would have to find a place to get her some food. He wondered what she would like. A burger would probably be fine. You could never go wrong with a cheeseburger. He unlocked the car when he got to it, opening the driver’s door. “Get in,” he said simply as he sat down in the driver’s seat, starting the engine up once he was inside.
She slips into the car, buckling up and looking around. Something in the back of her mind tells her it’s a nice car, and she brushes her fingers over the radio console before sitting back. She spends a lot of time watching him as they drive, his hands on the steering wheel and gearshift, the way he pays attention to the road and the other drivers. There’s a moment when she senses the hunter, on the outer edge of her awareness, and freezes, barely breathing as they go by.